sbdcsierra Chapter 115 Sing an opera
Chapter 115 Sing an opera
Qingshi Street is an unknown little street, and Ying Xing took some time to find it.
The night is like a thick inkstone, so deep that it cannot be dissolved.
There are rows of old, mottled brick walls, with a few thin weeds huddled in the cracks. The area is sparsely populated, and only the rustling sound is made by the wind blowing through the lanterns under the eaves.
It’s too remote. Hasn’t the Industrial Construction Company renovated it here yet?
Ying Xing was confused and walked forward.
Bai Heng followed behind, holding a box of pastries in his hand, looking around while eating.
At the end of the road is a large courtyard with a stage. The surrounding area is decorated with flowers, red gauze hanging, and lights shining brightly.
There is a front desk and a back pavilion, with flying eaves and overlapping corners.
The audience was crowded with people, eagerly waiting. Among them were those with short life spans, those with long life spans, fox people, and vidyadharas.
Ying Xing and Bai Heng had just walked in when they were squeezed to the second floor. Bai Heng protected his tail with an aggrieved look on his face, "Stop squeezing me! My tail's going to get flat!"
"Yu Mo...Senior Brother Yu Mo, where are you?" Ying Xing shouted in a hurry, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the noise.
Just as he was pushed back by the crowd, a pair of hands grabbed his little arm and Bai Heng's wrist, dragged them out of the crowd, and stood them in a remote corner.
From here you can clearly see the entire appearance of the stage, which is a good place to watch.
Ying Xing and Bai Heng were half-squatting, breathing heavily.
"Um, thank you." Ying Xing breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes, and was stunned for a moment. The person who helped was a white-haired old man.
Sitting in a wheelchair, with a slight beard under his chin, wearing coarse cloth, with a calm look between his brows, he looks like an ordinary old man at first glance.
"Little friend, I heard you shout...Yu Mo, is he his friend?"
The old man stared at Ying Xing with a leisurely look, but his eyes contained a hint of hope.
"Yes, I am his junior fellow apprentice." Ying Xing scratched his head and smiled, feeling that the old man was very kind.
"Grandpa, do you also know Senior Brother Yu Mo?"
"Of course—I'm his uncle, Yu Lin. Even though I look old, I'm actually not even sixty."
"Alas, my hair turned white overnight, but it's all in the past." The old man smiled slightly. "It's rare that his friends come to see him."
"But not now. He's preparing."
Ying Xing was a little confused. The old man in front of him was less than sixty years old and was the uncle of Senior Brother Yu Mo. Were they related?
The eldest brother is an immortal, so there really can’t be a difference in seniority, right?
"Wait a minute, Uncle Yu Lin, isn't the eldest brother an immortal?" Ying Xing spoke subconsciously.
"Ok?"
"Of course not. We are barbarians. But I'm not Yu Mo's biological uncle. I run a theatre troupe. Yu Mo's mother is a poor wanderer, all alone, and inexplicably pregnant."
"I took her in, taught her to sing, and made her a Hua Dan. She was truly the most beautiful Hua Dan I had ever seen—it wasn't about her physical appearance, it was about her tenacity to survive no matter what."
"It's a pity... he died in that war. I'm old now, but I can't bear to leave the troupe and the inheritance of my ancestors, so I regularly invite Hua Dan to perform. But recently, the Hua Dan fell ill. Yu Mo, this kid, insisted on coming to help me."
"He said before that he would work in the Industrial Manufacturing Company. Will that really not cause any delay?" The old man kept chattering, being very talkative.
Ying Xing's mind was in a mess. At this moment, he suspected that his senior brother Yu Mo and the old man were just different people with the same name.
Maybe there really is another person named Yu Mo in the Industrial Manufacturing Company, after all, there are many people.
"Look, it's out, so beautiful." Bai Heng interrupted their conversation and pointed at the stage excitedly.
Ying Xing leaned on the railing and stood on tiptoe, trying to see clearly whether that was his senior brother.
The red curtain slowly opened, and a person slowly walked out.
She was dressed in a fiery red dress, with a pearl crown on her head and a smile as beautiful as a flower.
The movement of her eyes seems to reveal all kinds of charm, and the waving of her sleeves is like flowing water and moving clouds.
"Good, so beautiful." Ying Xing's eyes widened, and all the thoughts in his mind disappeared at once, and his eyes were focused on this person.
"I'm really tired today. I'm going to go back and rest after singing."
"I... seem to have said something I shouldn't have said to Yingxing."
He really is the eldest brother.
Ying Xing paused for a moment, his emotions mixed. The audience cheered, and he clenched his fists.
It was not until this moment that he was willing to believe that the eldest senior brother who usually looked down on short-lived people was actually a short-lived person himself.
At this time, a little girl passed by with a basket of flowers. She looked at Yannian carefully, turned around, and sang:
"The sky is gradually turning blue, and it seems that it will rain. Why are you still standing here? Are you going home?"
The actor on the stage had a worried look on his face, danced lightly, covered his face with his hands and cried, and began to sing the lyrics in a clear voice with a hint of sadness.
"I see the grass and trees growing deep in the annual rings, the rain falls under the eaves but there is no old friend, the memories are mottled, but I am still waiting for the return of my love."
Waiting for someone to come back.
Spend the rest of your life.
Where is that person?
"Is it really worth your while to wait so long?"
"If he has already gone somewhere, he might have forgotten you for a long time." The little girl shook her head and sneered.
"My heart is waiting for him to return. He will definitely return. It is determined."
The actor flicked his sleeves and stubbornly refused to leave. He waited until his black hair was dipped in white snow.
When others saw this, they could only laugh and say, "What a fool."
Although he didn't understand, Ying Xing felt inexplicably sad. Bai Heng next to him was already in tears and sniffing hard. Ying Xing took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him. Bai Heng choked and said thank you.
"Sister Bai Heng, what are they singing?"
Ying Xing asked in a low voice with a confused look in his eyes.
"It's nothing, just a story about waiting for someone, but in the end, they didn't wait."
"No, maybe I've waited until now--" Bai Heng said incoherently, wiped his nose and sneezed.
Looking around, some people were crying and some were not. Ying Xing didn't understand, but at the last moment, everyone applauded and cheered for him.
Ying Xing followed suit and applauded. The pitiful person on the stage bent down and walked towards the backstage.
Ying Xing hesitated, wondering if it would be a bad idea to expose his senior brother like this.
After the song ended, the crowd dispersed. Bai Heng adjusted his mood and patted Ying Xing on the shoulder. "Let's go, Ying Xing. Didn't you say you were going to help?"
"Help Yu Mo clean up the stage, tables and chairs."
"Wait a minute, Sister Bai Heng, if this happens...will Senior Brother be embarrassed since he always says that he is an immortal?" Ying Xing thought about it and still felt that it was not a good idea to go straight in.
What if the eldest senior brother gets angry and ignores him in the future?
"So what? Regardless of whether they are immortal or short-lived, Yu Mo is Yu Mo and Ying Xing is Ying Xing."
Bai Heng was puzzled, but then she thought that she didn't know the two of them well enough to intervene directly, so she chose a compromise and disguised herself.
So the two of them borrowed a set of clothes from Uncle Yu Lin, put on hats, and then went to move the tables and chairs.
Backstage, Yannian took off her makeup, put on her usual clothes, and walked out of the room.
Looking at the busy crowd, his eyes immediately fixed on two people, one big and one small.
It's so obvious. Bai Heng's fox ears are almost pushing his hat up to the sky. Why not poke two holes in it? No, that would make it easier to expose.
There was also Ying Xing, who was so engrossed in the moving that he didn't notice that his hat was tilted, revealing his side profile to Yannian.
"How did you get here?"
"Did Huai Yan say that?"
"Why bring this up?" Yannian frowned and hid behind a stone pillar when Yingxing looked over.